I got up a little late. 4:30pm. I thought I had heard a kid on the playground that sounded like Caleb yelling for Hannah, so I though Chad was back from Murietta. When I discovered the house still dark and deserted at 1630 I began getting a little nervous about the time. Chad was only a few minutes out and was home before I could get showered. They filled me in on the events of the day. Lots of fetch with a little white dog, rebel Star Wars and working with Great Grandpa Lawhead and Uncle Richard. Chad said it was the piece that he had suspected. They had replaced it and it was working great. He then informed me that they replaced the brakes and that the experts had even inspected under the hood. I’m a little jealous as I have not yet seen Uncle Richard and Sam and now they all have, but I am so thankful for their mechanic knowledge and skill, and that they were so willing to help us get our rig back in good working condition. I didn’t miss having to climb into the drivers seat one bit.
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